Intermission 1:
"Let me in, I want to see the Sir!"
"Luo Shi, I repeat again, Sir Sir does not want to see anyone, go back."
Hell and humanity are at war on the Western Front.
In front of Sir Mlak's tent, two knight heroes are facing each other.
Luo Shi has a very high nose bridge.
He had a thick, dense beard on his chin, which he had no time to trim, so it grew in a large, uneven patch.
This was inconsistent with his slightly delicate facial features, but it also gave him the temperament of a tough soldier.
He had dark circles under his eyes, and his sunken eyeballs were filled with anger.
"Sarrit Lal! Uncle! I'm calling you uncle for the last time!
The rear has cut off our food and supplies. Do you know what this means? ! "
Luo Shi gritted his teeth.
“This means that Sir will find a way!
Little Lion, remember who you are.
You are just a captain, this is not something you should worry about!"
The white-haired Sarit's eyes were full of coldness, and he said coldly.
"Little Lion, you are a general now, not the lord who guards a small piece of land!
What Sir has to consider is the victory or defeat of the entire Elashia and the survival of the entire Mlak family!
Instead of just focusing on the few people under your command like you do!"
Sarit turned up the volume.
“In the military, you either obey orders or you make me a master right now.
When you become a master, come and complain to me about your bullshit!"
Sarit's voice was still loud, but he spoke more slowly, and continued:
“Little lion, Sir has high expectations of you, and I have high expectations of you too, so don’t ruin your future.
Now, as Sir Mlak's flag bearer, I order you to get back here!"
Luo Shi bit his back teeth tightly.
He really doesn't understand.
It's so obvious that those bastards from Elashia are targeting the Mlak family, why does the patriarch still have to endure it?
We fought hard and captured five cities in a row, but our supply was cut off from the rear, and yet such a stupid thing happened.
His subjects followed him to the battlefield, carrying their own dry food and weapons, and gave their lives to him, fighting bravely for him.
And now, he was going to let them starve.
hateful!
Luo Shi stared at Sarit and said word by word:
"Yes! sir!"
"Albert, let's go!"
Luo Shi turned around angrily and walked away with big strides without looking back.
Albert bowed to Sarrit and was about to leave.
"Albert."
Sarit spoke indifferently.
“Remember to warn Luo Shi.
Don't think that you can boss me around just because you've made some achievements on the battlefield and received a few praises.
You are his steward and also his teacher. You are older than him and have more experience. You must teach him well. "
Albert stood up straight and said:
“You are my uncle, and he is my master.
My master never cares about status or identity, he only cares about reason.
And I only recognize him."
Albert turned around and took two quick steps to catch up with Luo Shi.
"snort!"
Sarit groaned and slammed the long sword with the scabbard into the ground. The long sword was deeply embedded in the ground.
“Uneducated thing.
One, two, both.
He has little ability, but has a bad temper and cannot distinguish between good and bad.
They are all reckless men who will die on the battlefield sooner or later."
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Intermission 2:
Inham stood in the camp, and opposite him was Queen Catherine of Erathia, who was writing a file.
“Catherine, I now seriously doubt whether you have the ability to take charge of Lacia.
The whole of Elashia knows that Sosa is yours.
She rebelled.
I have to doubt whether I received your instructions. "
Inham stood up straight and held up the angel cross on his chest with both hands.
“On behalf of the church, I give you an ultimatum.
If you cannot resolve the Sosa issue within six months, the Sosa rebellion will be taken over by the Church Inquisition.
At the same time, all your real power as queen will be stripped from you and transferred to Roland."
Catherine touched her forehead with a headache and said:
“Inham, give me some time.
I believe Sosa's loyalty to me, and there must be some hidden reason for her rebellion."
Inham looked at Catherine deeply and said meaningfully: "I hope so."
"Your Excellency, this is an urgent letter from Viaport City."
A monk hero walked into the tent, handed a letter to Inham, and quickly left.
After reading the letter, Inham spread it out, placed it in front of Catherine, and raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically.
“This is the third time Sylvia has submitted his resignation in the past two years .
Interesting, it's yours again. Looks like you have one more trouble."
Inham stared at Catherine with burning eyes under his monk's hat, and said slowly:
"I hope you won't let the church down. Lord Seraph is watching Elashia, Your Majesty."
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Intermission 3:
"Lord Sosa, according to the plan, they will soon reach our territory."
A Glorious Crusader took the reins of Sosa's horse.
The Glorious Crusaders, a level 4, 5th stage miracle soldier, are covered in heavy golden armor. They are the strongest individual unit under Sosa, and their combat effectiveness is even higher than that of the level 6, 5th stage champion knights.
Sosa dismounted and took off his visor.
Her long, shiny brown hair was down.
His long hair was wet with sweat and stuck to Sosa's thin chain mail.
"How many supplies do we have left?"
The Glorious Crusaders remained silent.
Sosa's heroic brows frowned and asked, "Why don't you speak?"
"Just. All that's left is what's in your backpack, sir."
"How could it be used up so quickly? There are less than half of the supplies equivalent to 120 supply trucks left?"
Sousa couldn't believe it.
The Glorious Crusader lowered his head and whispered:
“Lord Sosa, share food with every suffering village you pass by along the way.
There are refugees who want to join us, and we also have to distribute weapons and armor.
This is all that's left on the way here.
Moreover, due to the increase in militia (level 1, stage 1) in the team, the remaining food that was supposed to last for a month can only last for another half a month. "
Sosa was choked and speechless.
That is the fact.
Now the supplies for all the troops on the front line are basically gathered from the villagers forcibly conscripted by the church and some small acropolises.
What he had in his hands was only a small part of what was forcibly confiscated from the villagers.
Every village we passed along the way was in the grip of famine.
As the supplies were being distributed, they ran out. This was a perfectly normal thing.
Sosa took a deep breath and said, "Hold on a little longer, we'll be safe once we reach the territory.
I still have some gold coins, I can use them to buy food when the time comes."
That being said, Sosa knew clearly that this was just a temporary solution, as the price of food in Elashia was now more expensive than the resources.
But Sousa couldn't just leave the refugees alone.
If it were the Queen, she would do the same as me and even better than me.
Sousa forced himself to cheer up and said:
"Notify the troops. Hold on, we'll be safe once we reach the territory. For Erathia!"
The Glorious Crusader nodded vigorously and said loudly: "For Elashia! For Lord Sosa!"
Sosa took a deep breath and shouted silently in his heart.
"For humanity! For the Queen!"
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Intermission 4:
Ernie's letter:
Dear Pope:
I have read your letter and know that everything is fine. Don’t worry.
With great sacrifices made by my fellow believers and my subordinates, I have escaped from Thunder City.
The wheat flowers on the tower have bloomed. This year, the wheat flowers on the tower are golden, symbolizing wealth.
This color is very pretty, I think it looks much better than the Parish White.
Whenever I see the white wheat flowers in the parish, I think of your blank head.
If our church perishes, it will definitely be during your term.
If not, you must be dead.
I am emotionally grateful for your order to rescue me.
But rationally, I once again question whether you have enough ability to continue to serve as the Pope of the Church of Wealth.
To save me, a total of 36 heroes died, including 4 masters.
This is an unbearable loss for our Goddess of Wealth Church.
From a rational analysis:
As long as I don't hand over the location of the Forbidden Magic Ball, I will be absolutely safe.
A little physical pain and suffering is of no concern to me.
The sacrifice of 36 heroes has a much greater impact on our church than the pain I suffered.
Moreover, it is such a shame that the weak goddess used her only chance of survival every hundred years on me.
This also puts our Church of the Goddess of Wealth in irreconcilable opposition to the power of the Tower.
This would put all of our fellow believers lurking in the tower at risk of being discovered.
It will also increase the tower's (smear's) vigilance.
No, I can’t say any more. I’m so mad that my genie lamp hurts.
Fortune once said: "Transaction is the exchange of one thing for another."
Not to mention that there is a high probability that my life is not in danger.
Even if I die, the price I pay will be much lighter than that of 36 heroes.
I am just a legend, and each of those 36 heroes has the potential to become a legend.
You simply don't have a sufficient understanding of the cost and reward of rescuing me.
I am not afraid of death, I am only afraid of delaying the plans of Mr. Fortune.
I think the best way to prevent you from becoming a sinner in our church is for you to abdicate immediately and be replaced by a more rational Pope.
I hope you will consider my opinion carefully.
I am rushing to seek refuge with the elemental forces.
The tower has launched an attack on my territory.
However, my cities have already been fully prepared, and every city has magic crystal cannons.
Everyone is well aware of the moral character of the human mages in the tower. Without a death order, they will give top priority to preserving their own troops.
No one will be the first to attack the city to resist the first shot.
Therefore, as long as the demigod does not take action, our territory can be held for a long time.
During this period of time, I hope you can use your shrinking brain to come up with a way to evacuate our city and its people.
If you can't think of it, please let me know in time and I will take the last resort.
I hope the oil wheat flowers in the parish will be a different color next year.
Bishop of the Goddess of Wealth: Respectfully presented by Ernie"
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Intermission 5:
President of the Underground Treasure Chamber of Commerce: The black elf Shafuna was holding a tea tray with tea sets made of fire silver on it.
She walked into the small room on the top floor of her magic tower. The room was only 6 square meters in size, pitifully small.
There was only a bed and a table in the room, and the only access to the outside was a small window less than half a meter long and wide and a door.
Although the room is very simple, it is indeed the most heavily guarded place in the entire Underground Treasure Chamber of Commerce.
There are thirteen layers of magic circles around the room, which not only isolate the space teleportation magic, but also effectively prevent living creatures from entering.
There's just one problem.
These magic circles do not distinguish between inside and outside.
Except for Shafna herself, it was extremely difficult for anyone to enter or leave the room.
The owner of this room is Shafna's public and legal husband.
Male concubine——Xiang Chong.
"Xiang, I made you some dream tea."
Safna came in gracefully, closed the door, and put the tea tray on the table.
She skillfully arranged the tea set and carefully added sugar to the Dream Black Tea bit by bit.
This was supposed to be a maid's job, but Shafuna did it with gusto, as if it was her right.
Xiang Chong raised his head blankly.
Above his head was a glass window.
From outside the window, you can see the faint glow of star moss in the sky.
Shafona brought the prepared black tea to Xiang Chong's side, scooped half a spoonful with a small spoon, blew it cool carefully, and poured it into Xiang Chong's mouth.
Xiang Chong opened his mouth unconsciously and took in the black tea, but did not swallow it.
Shafona looked at her husband with more and more pity in her eyes. She stood up, bent down, and used her tongue to force the black tea into Xiang Chong's throat.
“Ahem.”
Xiang Chong was choked and coughed, and his tail slapped the bed hard.
He closed his eyes in pain, stopped acting, and said directly: “Shafna, you deceived me again.
You said you would let me go."
The Black Elf leader, Shafuna, smiled kindly.
"I let you go. But I caught you back when you reached the stairs.
This is not my fault, it's your fault for walking too slowly."
Xiang Chong said nothing more.
He knew that his struggle was futile.
If I have to blame someone, I should blame myself for exposing my abilities in front of Shafna.
Since you can't resist anyway, don't make it too hard on yourself.
Xiang Chong took a sip of the Dream Black Tea.
This tea, brewed from special mushrooms and leaves, was one of the few remedies in his recent miserable prisoner life.
He could taste the flavor of fate from the Dream Tea.
Xiang Chong didn't notice that his wife's eyes were getting hotter and hotter as she watched him drink the black tea.
After finishing a pot of Fantasy Dream Tea, Xiang Chong suddenly felt hot all over. His body was burning and the tip of his square tail began to tremble rapidly and uncontrollably.
"Shafuna you!"
Before Xiang Chong could finish his words, Shafuna grabbed the tip of his tail. In an instant, his whole body seemed to have no bones and he leaned limply against Shafuna.
Shafuna gently bit Xiang Chong's earlobe and said vaguely:
“It’s really not that I didn’t keep my word this time.
Mainly, Laura said she wanted a sister~~"
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Intermission 6:
"You said Emperor Kerrigan, how many frontline commanders have you changed in each holy war? Is it useful? It's just a change of name!"
In the tavern of Hell, Isis (Hell, specializing in mysticism) was complaining crazily to Cyril (Hell, specializing in hellfire).
“Ash was commanding well, but he insisted on changing to Riska.
Riska also has reasons to say:
'What kind of soldiers do I lead? Fire elves.
What kind of miscellaneous soldiers are you asking me to lead?'"
Isis slammed the table hard, and the flaming wine on the table bounced up.
“What is the current level of the Western Front?
If Ignatius takes a bunch of little monsters to fight Mlak, can he win?
He can't fight! He doesn't have the ability, you know?"
"If this continues, the Western Front will be lost.
After losing on the western front, they lost on the central front, and then on the eastern front.
There is no loss now. Even Caitlin (not Queen Catherine) who only knows how to earn gold coins cannot be defeated. "
Xi Ruier turned the wine glass nervously and said hesitantly:
"On the other hand, we in Hell are better prepared for this holy war than the Castle..."
Isis interrupted quickly:
“Oh wow, thank God for that.
I’ve already said that in a battle like this, what’s the point of having more troops if your hero’s special skills aren’t good enough?
Can you guarantee that they can win against key heroes like Mlak and Queen Catherine?
Be pragmatic!
I really want to advise them to first understand their own legendary specialties and the concept of fighting!
Ash (specialty, bloodthirsty magic) fought quite well on the Western Front. Why did Emperor Kerrigan replace her?
We still need to punish her! Now we have lost five cities in a row on the Western Front. How do you think we can explain this?
Hell has no face left!"
Shirelle didn't know how to refute, and took a sip of Fireball wine in a depressed manner.
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Intermission 7:
Ash hid in an underground cave, rolled up a freshly roasted lizard with his tail, and stuffed it into his mouth, suppressing the discomfort.
Since becoming a hero, she has never been so embarrassed.
How many years.
Ash couldn't remember anymore.
How ridiculous it is that I, a legendary hero, ended up like this?
She thought of what happened two months ago and felt so angry that her teeth itched.
He was suddenly dismissed from his post as marshal and was about to return to the capital to seek an explanation from Emperor Kerrigan Satan, but was killed by four legendary heroes.
After finally fighting his way out of the encirclement, he discovered that the news of his rebellion had spread throughout the entire hell.
The territory was besieged, his men were either killed or captured, not a single one was left alive, and he was searched for by pursuers everywhere.
There is no way to heaven and no door to the earth.
The more Ash thought about it, the more upset he felt, and he finally couldn't help sobbing in grievance.
"Woo woo woo, I'm a succubus and I've never sold my body. It's not easy to strive to become a legend!"
“Originally, I was thinking that once I became a great noble in Oufu, I would open a huge harem of food, and let the elves, humans, great demons, and orcs eat whatever they wanted.
I have endured for so long, and I have endured so many times when I saw good stuff, just to realize my dream.
Now, it’s gone! ”
"I've lost my territory, my men, my money, and my hope for food and a harem. Everything is gone!
This is the fortune I saved up with great difficulty. Woo woo woo woo."
Ash's nose twitched.
"Aiden! Aolimar! Sherlocks! Remember this! I will take revenge on you sooner or later!"
Ash bit down on a lizard, chewed up its bones viciously, and swallowed it raw.
"It seems that you need a little help?"
The enchanting female voice reached Ash's ears, and Ash was suddenly startled.
This voice was as enchanting as the ones of the succubus instructors in the succubus lair when he was a child.
Ash raised his head warily, and found that a fellow tribesman was standing at the exit of the cave where he was hiding!
She was riding on a beautiful silver unicorn, and her clothes were noble and gorgeous, and in terms of texture, they were not inferior to hers.
Ash observed her appearance and felt ashamed of himself.
In terms of appearance, I won’t lose.
But after nearly a week of fleeing, Ash was covered in dust and his hair was disheveled.
The person opposite was riding a horse, and she was sitting in the cave, just like a princess meeting a refugee.
That's not right, Ash, you are a legendary hero, you need to stand up!
After encouraging himself in his heart, Ash raised his head stubbornly and said, "My name is Ash, the legendary succubus. Who are you? How can you help me?"
There is a saying in the continent of Yasha that describes the relationship between succubi:
Succubus meets succubus, and they become each other’s wives.
I won’t mention the meeting between blood-related succubi.
Even if we just meet by chance, we will help each other.
Of course, the premise is that there are no males.
As long as there is a high-quality food, the succubi will start to intrigue, deceive, fight and scheme, and use all kinds of tricks.
It is very normal for a daughter to plot against her mother and for an elder sister to frame her younger sister.
They won't consider sharing unless they fight themselves to exhaustion.
After all, high-quality rations are consumables. If other succubi eat one more bite, you will have one less bite to eat.
This is an instinct engraved in the bones of succubi.
Therefore, once a succubus reaches adulthood, it will leave the succubus nest and strike out on its own.
Because of this, Ash was nervous when this succubus showed up here.
She longed for help from her compatriots, but was also afraid that this compatriot was a subordinate of some male hero and would come to deceive her.
"Ding-ling-ling~" a crisp bell sound rang out.
Ash saw the succubus flip sideways off the silver unicorn and fall to the ground with her hip-open red skirt shaking.
She gently gathered her long hair and let it fall over her left shoulder, then tied it with a ribbon.
Ash felt a chill in his heart.
This is the standard for a succubus to have someone, which means that the succubus has been tied to a person who can eat top-quality food for the rest of her life.
(Then they are probably here to arrest me.
Whose men will it be? Aiden or Sherlock?
Wait, that's not right! Aren't unicorns only rideable by pure girls?
Those two beasts are human scum who have surrendered to the forces of Hell, how could they not take action?)
Just as Ash was thinking about this, the succubus at the entrance of the cave blinked.
Her pupils slowly turned purple.
This eye color!
Ash was shocked.
The pupils of a succubus are all red, and when they are very excited, their pupils will change from round to heart-shaped.
But she had never heard of a succubus being able to change her eye color.
"My name is Ruoqi'er. As you can see, I am the apostle of the Goddess of Magic. I invite you to join our organization."
He is actually an apostle of the true God.
Ash unconsciously took a half step back.
In the entire Yasa continent, the number of true God's apostles is even rarer than legendary heroes, and they have almost infinite lifespans.
To become an apostle of the true God, one must have top-notch talent.
Top-notch talent plus unlimited lifespan means that as long as the True God's Apostle is not killed, he will definitely become a demigod!
"What organization do you want to join? If I join, what do you want me to do? What will happen to you if I don't join?"
Ruoqier smiled charmingly: "When you ask these questions, your heart has already told you the answer.
My sister, do you have a choice?"
Ash closed his eyes and played out his situation in his mind.
4 legends are being hunted, the territory is under siege, and there is a charge of treason.
She sighed resignedly and replied, "I'm in."
"Smart move."
An illusory magical contract is being formed between Ash and Ruoqi'er.
This is a contract supervised and signed by the Goddess of Magic.
Ash, who had already sold himself out, stared at the contract unwillingly, and finally found the name of the organization he joined among the countless clauses.
Ruoqier changed her tone and said happily:
"Legendary Succubus, Your Highness Ash, welcome to join us. The name of our organization is:
"